Lesbian Janet

I had been visiting my parents for a couple of days when I got a call from Janet. It was with Janet that I had my first sexual experience with a woman when we were both in our twenties. I hadn't spoken to her in years, and it was a surprise. She invited me to her house the following afternoon to talk and catch up.

We hadn't been close friends; she was my good friend's older sister, and apart from that wonderful moment at the limestone quarry, I hadn't even spent much time with her. But she seemed to genuinely want to talk to me, so I told her I'd come.

The next day, I went to the old limestone quarry and did some nude sunbathing. As I lay in the sun, my thoughts returned to that day, and I found my hand slowly massaging my clit. My thoughts, combined with the warm sun and my finger's movements, brought me to a quick but wonderful orgasm. I swam in the cold, clear water and soaked up more sun.

I drove to Janet's house not really knowing what to expect. Janet had married a few years after we'd been together, and my mother had mentioned she had a couple of young kids. When Janet opened the door, we took a few seconds to look at each other before speaking and embracing. Janet had gained some weight but wasn't overweight. Her pregnancies had left her with very large breasts, but she looked good—still quite attractive. We complimented each other on how "great we looked" and moved to the living room.

Janet served us wine and told me her husband, Joe, had gone to Indianapolis on business and would be gone all night. We chatted a while before her two little girls joined us, full of questions and energy. But it was their bedtime, so we tucked them in and returned to our wine. As the wine took effect, we began discussing more serious matters. She and Joe had been having some problems; she believed he'd been seeing another woman. She told me she'd never had sex with anyone besides him, paused, then added: "and you, Renee."

I told her how I'd gone to the quarry that same day and thought about us. After another glass of wine, Janet said: "Renee, I want to get a bit more comfortable. I'm going to put on a robe; would you like to do that too?" I said yes, so we went to her bedroom.

When I saw the lit candles, I knew she'd planned how this night would unfold. We started undressing; Janet moved closer to help me and ended up needing help herself. When I removed her bra, I saw how enormous her breasts had grown. They sagged only slightly, with erect nipples surrounded by large, dark areolas. When I took off my shorts, Janet gasped at seeing my shaved pussy. Hers was covered by a thick patch of dark pubic hair.

When we were naked, she led me to her bed where we lay down. We kissed and held each other like lovers long separated. Between kisses, she told me how lonely she'd felt and how long it had been since she'd made love. As I lay on my back, she climbed on top of me. While kissing my lips and neck, I ran my hands over her breasts and rubbed her nipples between my fingers. She shifted her hips to grind our pussies together, then took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it until it hardened.

By the time she slid her hand down to my pussy, I was already soaking wet. She ran her finger up and down my slit, pausing on my clit, then moved lower and into my vagina. The whole time she kept kissing her way down my body. She stopped using her finger when her lips reached my mons. She kissed the sides of my pussy, dragging her tongue along them—making me even wetter. Finally, she spread me open and lightly touched my clit with the tip of her tongue.

Oh! It felt like electricity. I think I nearly came just from that touch. Janet noticed my little gold ring and tugged it, sending wonderful sensations through my whole body. Then she sucked my clit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I'd assumed she'd be out of practice, but I was dead wrong.

While sucking my clit, she fingered my pussy; then she slid a second finger in. Everything felt so incredible. Then I felt pressure at my asshole as she worked her finger into me. I'd never want anything large up my ass, but a finger moving in and out while another's inside my pussy and someone eats me out drives me wild—exactly what Janet was doing. She alternated between swirling her tongue around my clit, rubbing it up and down, and sucking it into her mouth to tease it there.

I squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. A huge orgasm was building. As I got close, I grabbed her head and held it against my pussy, and she attacked my clit even harder. With her fingers thrusting inside me, I exploded; my abs clenched, my vaginal walls tightened around her finger, and my asshole spasmed. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and screamed her name. I could barely catch my breath. Janet kept licking my clit, prolonging my aftershocks.

She kissed her way back up my body, and we made out. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, feeling her respond. It took me a while to recover, but when I did, I started kissing those huge tits of hers. I kissed and sucked her nipple, then tried to fit her whole breast in my mouth. I kissed and fondled her breasts for ages before kissing lower along her stomach.

I kissed the top of her pubic hair, and she breathed deeply. Working my tongue lower, I found her hard clit waiting at the top of her slit. Holding her outer lips between my thumb and forefinger, I spread her open. I licked along her slit and sucked on her inner lips. She rocked her hips—her orgasm built frighteningly fast.

I licked and sucked her clit while sliding two fingers into her pussy. Janet lifted her hips, grinding her cunt against my face. I thrust deeper inside her and licked her clit even harder. When her orgasm hit, she started shouting. I worried she'd wake her daughters, but she soon quieted. Her climax kept rolling and rolling; I envied how long it lasted. I could feel her pussy contracting on my fingers and kept licking until her breathing returned to normal.

We lay in each other's arms for a long time before speaking. Janet asked me to stay the night, but I'd have felt awkward waking up there. Plus, as wonderful as this was, I felt that doing anything more would be tempting fate. We had another glass of wine before I drove back to my parents' house. I don't know if we'll see each other again, but it was truly a spectacular night.